Good game, good new name, good all-star selections
How good a game was that?
Entertaining, close, fun to watch, lots to chat about in a micro-managing possession-by-possession manner but one of those when the season is over you might remember.
Wonder what they’ll have left in the tank for Orlando tonight?
All right, have at the usual fare, no IGBT tonight either, I’m afraid. Left to my own devices with Super Son, I can see a dinner/first half out night unfolding.
A make or miss league
No, not sure anyone can rag on Alan Anderson for taking a lot of shots early in the overtime, that’s what he does and anyone surprised hasn’t been paying much attention.
Is it right? Probably not. Is it best for team? Let’s just say that a lot of what Anderson brings his tremendously helpful and appreciated; there’s a whole lot of ball-sticking in his game that needs to be talked about. Yes, he’s a good defender and gritty and valuable to the rotation on this particular team. But the ball stops too often after he catches it.
But he can be criticized a bit for when he took them and from where. At least a couple of them came too early in the shot clock, one after just eight seconds, if my math is right.
There was no doubt that what the Raptors needed were solid, well-executed offensive possessions; they didn’t get nearly enough to them in those extra five minutes.
Worst. Call. Ever.
I think perhaps even more than silly, bass-heavy, non-musical “music” being played during possessions, I might hate double fouls more than anything in the game.
The one last night – which was almost certainly a charge on DeRozan for putting his head down and barreling into Chris Bosh – was shocking.
One official had it a block, the other had it a charge and even after trying to talk it out, they took the chicken’s way out and gave each of them a foul.
Which, my nature of the rules, is impossible.
It’s a block or it’s a charge. Yes, it is the hardest call in the game but by its very nature, it has to be one of the other. Not both.
Not sure what the answer is: More replay or more forceful officials making their case after conversation but “double fouls” in those situations make no sense whatsoever.
Making a move
Two Terrence Ross moments that show he might be getting it.
First basket: Jump shot. Off the dribble. Going left!
A very small thing but if you put on tape all the baskets Ross has made this season while dribbling and going left, I figure you get, um, one.
Next basket: See a somewhat stationary Shane Battier in front of him, a guy big enough to crowd him when he tried to shoot, he once again put the ball on the floor, went left, and dunked.
The kid is getting better almost every week.
(I’m not ready to say he’s made the DeRozan contract extension even sillier but we’re close).
The more? There’s always more.
You know what every team needs? A song.
Like this birthday boy and The Baseball Team I Used To Support.
Oh, and it’s Neil Diamond’s birthday today, too; he’s 72 and doesn’t look a day over 55 thanks to, well, thanks to modern medicine?
Mail. Now. Please.
I do not want to have to get up at the crack of dawn on Saturday morning to have to finish it; I have most of Friday afternoon clear, plans for, perchance, a stool and some quiet time and I’d like to have a lot of it knocked off, thank you very much.
Hey! They just said on the radio with the windchill it’s minus-26 C.
Come on, Super Dog, let’s go around the block!
Hope Cathal’s having fun in Florida. Really.
Today’s the day Pelicans are born.
The New Orleans Pelicans become official according to about a billion reports yesterday and I’m all for the name change and cannot wait to see the logo.
The stories say the colour scheme is red, gold and blue and I bet it looks great.
I hate singular names like Jazz, Heat, Red Sox, White Sox, or what have you. They don’t lend themselves to either easy grammar or easy stuffed animals.
And Pelicans is one of those explainable (it’s the state bird, the city’s minor league baseball team used to have the name) and offbeat nicknames I just like.
Muskrats would be another good one, wouldn’t it?
It’s that day again, the all-star reserves are being announced tonight after the head coaches voted for players in their conference but couldn’t choose guys from their own team.
The rules were pretty simple: Two guards, three “frontcourt” players and two wild cards who can play any position.
The East starters are Dwyane Wade, Rajon Rondo, Carmelo Anthony, LeBron James and Kevin Garnett and Garnett is the one I don’t think belongs but the fans apparently do.
In the West it’s Chris Paul, Kobe Bryant, Kevin Durant, Blake Griffin and Dwight Howard and I know fans love Dwight Howard but he wouldn’t make it as a reserve on my team if he wasn’t a starter.
Anyway, when looking over the possibilities, it was harder to figure out the West than the East but here’s what I came up with (and, yes, you should keep score tonight because there’s nothing I like better than to be told I’m wrong.
Jrue Holiday, Philadelphia; Kyrie Irving, Cleveland.
No, neither of their teams are sniffing the .500 level – and that’s a consideration of many coaches and I can see why. But both are having great, great seasons and I think the main snub would be Brooklyn’s Joe Johnson.
Paul George, Indiana; Joakim Noah, Chicago; Tyson Chandler, New York.
Relative no-brainers all, aren’t they?
David West, Indiana, Al Horford, Atlanta.
Don’t think you can go to wrong with those two; I suppose Brook Lopez needs some consideration and will likely get some.
Russell Westbrook, Oklahoma City; James Harden, Houston.
What’s the word I’m looking for? Oh yeah:
Tim Duncan, San Antonio; Marc Gasol, Memphis; Serge Ibaka, Oklahoma City.
Lots of good ones don’t get picked here, as I mentioned. I could probably be persuaded to trade Gasol for teammate Zach Randolph.
Stephen Curry, Golden State; LaMarcus Aldridge, Portland.
I know, I know. Where’s David Lee of the Warriors or Tony Parker of the Spurs or Utah’s Al Jefferson.
Told you the West was harder.
Okay, halfway award winners in Nothin’ But Net later for more mockery.